We ordered a big heap of lumber, pine flooring, made right here in Arkansas. Picked here, milled here, delivered by a dude. With a small dog in the cab of his big old honking diesel truck. This room has required some diesel to build, I confess. Zac wanted to lay the flooring at an angle, to take your eye off the general wonkiness of the room. It isn’t terribly wonky, but there are few less than right angles. The floor compliments the walls, the walls compliment the ceiling, the ceiling compliments the brick. Then the brick compliments the flooring, and it is an endless cycle. You can imagine how great it makes you feel to hang out in there. Â Check it!
The floor and the trap door.
